you smile at a blank wall
and write some more meaningless
words on the poem you started last week.
take another sip of your tea
and remind yourself that
not only are you alone
but you are not wanted.
your phone doesn't ring
and your "friends" never speak
but you're used to the scarcity
of attention you receive.
digging yourself a hole
in your heart
because any attention is pushed away
due to "they'll all leave in the end"
becoming a hermit
and finding yourself hiding
behind your journal and pen
because not one person
has paid any mind to you in weeks.
*you're unloved. unwanted. so my dear, stop trying